wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I could teach my feet to fly I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made
Love came to my door with a sleeping roll And a madman's soul he thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman to court
Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the
In my solitude You haunt me With dreadful ease Of days gone by In my solitude You taunt me With memories That never die I sit in my chair And filled
The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man Fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of
I was driving across the burning desert when I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the
Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread The able bodied have shipped away Molly McGee gets her tea leaves read You'll be married in a month they say These leaves
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the
I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my
: The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims
: Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons ev'rywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block
wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made
: Out on some borderline Some mark of inbetween I lay down golden-in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
: [Originally by Duke Ellington] In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die
: I am on a lonely road and I am traveling Traveling, traveling, traveling Looking for something, what can it be Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
